Blood Prophecy

CHAPTER 3



Lucy


Sunday afternoon


I spent most of Sunday dialing Nicholas’s cell phone even though I knew he wouldn’t answer. There was no reception at the camp, but I was secretly hoping he’d gone back to the farmhouse. It was early November and the sun had only set about an hour ago. It was too early for him to answer regardless of where he was. I called Bruno, just to feel as if I was accomplishing something. “Any news?” I asked.

“Afraid not, lass,” he replied, sounding tired. “We’ll be sending a message in a few hours. And waiting to get information from those still loyal to us at the camp.”

“And Nicholas?” I almost ached just to say his name. Everyone was always so worried about Solange being hurt because she was so unique, or about me because I was human. It had never seriously occurred to me just how hurt Nicholas could be. The Drake brothers just seemed to have the kind of luck that saw them through bad places. I never imagined that their luck could run out.

I couldn’t think like that. He wasn’t missing, he wasn’t dead. In fact, he might very well be Solange’s only hope. I had to hold on to that. “Madame Veronique hasn’t murdered anyone yet, has she?”

“No. You know the Drakes are harder to assassinate than that. So don’t make yourself sick.”

“Sheesh, one little breakdown and everyone fusses,” I teased. When Nicholas first went missing, I’d climbed onto the roof of the dormitory and screamed until Theo, the school nurse, threatened to sedate me. With the kind of year I’d had, I figured I was allowed a little primal scream therapy. “I’ll see you soon, Bruno.”

My homework was therapeutic: kickboxing, track, and practice at the gun range. My mom would be horrified at just how relaxing it was for me to watch those targets spin. I was heading back to the dorms when I spotted Jenna in the archery field with her crossbow. I made a detour. Archery was my favorite class and Jenna’s aim rivaled mine. I watched her arrows slam into the targets and itched to hold my miniature crossbow. Jenna turned when she heard my footsteps.

“Are you okay?” we asked in unison.

She lowered her crossbow. “Just a headache. I’m off classes for a few days, but I just couldn’t sit around anymore.” Her red hair was in its usual ponytail, a bandage on her temple. “You saved me. If you hadn’t sent Spencer to find me, I probably would’ve ended up as a vampire’s next meal.”

“I didn’t save you,” I said, flinching. “It’s my fault you were there in the first place.”

She shrugged. “Who knew civilian parties could be so dangerous?”

I snorted. “Now you know.” Since this was Violet Hill, that wasn’t even the scariest party I’d ever been to. “And I’m sorry.”

“Hey, you got me back home. We’re even.” She frowned. “Is it true you saw the Blood Moon camp?”

I nodded. “Yeah. Pretty cool. You know, if my best friend hadn’t dragged me out back with the intention to drain me dry.”

“Dude.”

“Yeah.”

Jenna shook her head, then winced, her hand touching her temple briefly. “I thought Solange was this delicate little thing.”

“She’s sick,” I said steadily. I thought of the bats that followed her around. “Does rabies make people crazy.?”

“I have no idea. You think Solange has rabies?”

“I guess not.” I wrinkled my nose. “But the bats are new. And weird. Everything’s weird.”

Kieran pulled up into the student parking lot behind us, distracting me from any other theories. There were so many Hel-Blar roaming the area that the school was now allowing third-year students to patrol, not just fourth years like Hunter. As a third year I needed to be with a fourth year or an alumnus, and I could only go during certain classes. Since Hunter and I both wanted to keep an eye on Kieran, we alternated forcing him to patrol with us. Plus, it got me off campus, which was a bonus. I wasn’t in the mood to deal with prejudice and bullies tonight. We both needed the distraction as we tried to figure out what to do about Solange and Nicholas.

Nicholas.

Nope, couldn’t think about that right now.

“See you later.” Jenna waved at Kieran and headed back to the dorm.

“You know that you and Hunter aren’t even remotely subtle,” Kieran told me through the open window.

I just grinned at him. “Wave to the top-floor corner window over there. Lia’s got a crush on you.”

Kieran’s ears went red. “How does she even know I’m here?”

“I told her you were coming,” I said, sliding into my seat. I dropped my knapsack full of weapons at my feet.

“You’re a menace.”

“I was twelve once.” I shrugged. “A little crush in a place like this can make a difference. She’s got to think about something other than vampires.”

“What, like you?” he remarked drily, reversing out of the parking spot.

“Come on, drive like you’re cool,” I urged him, ignoring his very valid point. “Pop a wheelie or something. It’ll give her something to swoon over.”

He laughed despite himself. “I can’t pop a wheelie in an SUV, you lunatic.”

We left the school behind, exchanging the security lights for dark fields and snow-choked orchards. We startled a cat, and a coyote darted across the road, but there were no fangs or pale eyes. I tried to twirl my stake through my fingers as if it were a magic-trick coin.

“Turn left here,” I said about fifteen minutes later.

“I know what you’re doing,” he told me, but he turned anyway. The road cut through thick bushes and red pine groves. The moon was bright enough to cast blue moonshadows over the snow. If I squinted I could just barely make out a house light through the trees, close to the mountains. We passed the familiar landmarks: the lightning-struck ash, the boulder shaped like a bull, the hill where wild daffodils grew in spring.

My phone rang the very second we crossed onto Drake land.

“Lucy Hamilton, you just keep on driving.”

I gulped at Helena’s stern voice. “Oops. Bye!” I wrinkled my nose at Kieran. “Busted. Keep driving.”

We headed into town on the only country highway in Violet Hill. The high beams glittered on frost and ice and the wet black pavement. House lights began to pierce the gloom.

“I’m on campus duty,” Kieran said as he turned in the direction of the arts college tucked in by the lake. It made sense, since he looked the part, even if he wasn’t covered in tattoos or paint like most of the other local students. Violet Hill had a small arts college, mostly catering to visual arts and literature students. You got to know the look of them after a while.

“Still going to the Helios-Ra college in Scotland?” I asked.

“Let’s just get through tonight,” he answered.

We walked through three dorm parties and two pubs, but they were clean. I peered into all the bushes, looking for Hel-Blar. Wherever they were feeding tonight, it wasn’t here.

It wasn’t until a couple of hours later, when we were heading back to the academy, that we saw something. A concert had ended in one of the bigger pubs, and the cold streets were crowded with students and taxis. There were girls in short skirts, guys holding one another up, and couples making out as they wandered home.

And a slender girl oblivious to the cold, standing in the snow in a thin dress. No, not just standing.

Feeding.

“Stop!” I yelled. “Stop, stop, stop! That’s Solange.”

Kieran practically wrapped the SUV around a mailbox in his hurry to pull over. Someone cheered, thinking it was funny. I flung myself out of my seat before the wheels had stopped moving. Kieran grabbed my arm as I darted past him. Momentum swung me around so I was facing him, spitting curses. “The hell, Black.”

“It’s called stealth,” he snapped back, jerking me down behind the cover of the SUV. The fumes from the running engine turned to fog in the cold air, obscuring us. Kieran passed me a stake but I already had one in my hand. “And clearly, neither of you have it.”

He was right.

Solange stood near a circle of yellow light from a street lamp, clutching a girl in paint-splattered jeans, with short spiky hair and a nose ring. Her fangs gleamed as her red lips lifted in a delicate snarl. Seeing her wearing red lipstick and a long dress was nearly as weird as everything else. She hated dressing up.

“Shh,” Solange ordered when the girl struggled briefly. The girl went silent obediently. No one noticed them, but that was through sheer dumb luck. Any minute now someone would glance their way, someone would scream. Or the girl would die.

Because Solange was still drinking.

“Anyone could see her,” I whispered, horrified.

“And she doesn’t care,” Kieran agreed grimly. “If any other Helios-Ra saw her like this they’d shoot her on sight, no questions asked. And they’d be within treaty rights to do it.”

Solange seized the girl by the neck, tilting her head to a near-breakable angle. Her fangs sank deeper through skin and flesh, blood trickling slightly as if she were biting into a ripe peach. The girl made a fist just before her arm went limp. She struggled briefly, then just dangled. There was no pretending it was two drunk roommates holding up each other.

There was too much blood for that.

Solange looked enthralled, manic. Deadly. So I did the only thing I could think of.

I threw a snowball at her head.

It didn’t hurt her, of course, but at least it made her pause. She glanced up, lips curled. I scrounged around the ground until I found a rock at the edge of the flower bed behind me. I threw it as hard as I could and it hit her on the temple. She hissed, blood me welling on her pale skin. The girl in her arms slumped to the ground unconscious, moving so gradually, she could have been water freezing into an icicle.

Solange looked right at me then, and even through the fog of exhaust fumes, her glance was cold and sharp as a needle.

And then she smiled.

“That’s definitely not her,” I muttered. “And I’m getting that bitch out of my best friend.”

“But not tonight,” Kieran said, still crouched next to me, his jaw tight as bowstring. “Tonight we have to save them both. And soon.”

He was right.

“You run faster than me,” I said, straightening up. “So I’ll pull focus while you get her the hell out of here.”

I walked around the front of the car and stood in the middle of the street. “Wooo-hoooo!” I yelled, as if I was drunk and very, very annoying. Glances flickered my way but it wasn’t enough. I looked at the building in the opposite direction of Solange, reading the sign over the door. “Free keg at Kinsley Hall!” I yelled.

Not everyone detoured to take advantage, but at least they were all looking at the crazy girl in the road and not the guy in black cargos chasing down a bloodstained waif of a girl who ran like a deer.